I have the Comcast bundle for phone, Internet and cable television – you know, one of those packages that start at $60 a month and now, a couple of years later, is up to $187 even though I haven’t added any new services. Comcast is now one of my most expensive utilities, second only to the gas bill.
I also have an answering machine. Sometimes my messages go to the answering machine and sometimes they go to Comcast’s site on the computer (indicated by a blinking light). I have never been able to figure you why. Do Comcast and the answering machine draw straws when a message comes in? A man is the serious voice on the answering machine; a woman is the friendly voice representing Comcast.
I have always had a cell phone even though I never cared much for them because I’m one of those people who can’t stand to be behind the times. It turned out that my cell phone was mostly a waste of money because I always forgot to keep it charged. After about the 100th time, most people gave up on trying to call me.
I learned to hate my cell phone when I worked at Indiana Legal Services because I got so many calls from people hoping I could do for them what I probably wouldn’t be able to do.
I told people, “Don’t text me. I ‘delete all’ without reading them.” Much to my son’s disgust, I still haven’t learned how to text.
I turned in my work phone when I retired and I let my contract lapse on my personal cell. It was a smartphone, smarter than its owner. I got it only because I could get the NASCAR app. The last time I went to the Brickyard 400, it was so hot, we had to leave the grandstands to keep from keeling over from heat and I ended up watching the race on my phone.